Happily Ever After

The End pt. 3

First of all, sorry I haven't been writing for a while. Looks like heaps of peeps have been reading! Enjoy this part and remember to comment your ships for one shots at the end I have a surprise planned....

Everyone stared in shock and grief at Agatha.

The Good Princess who everyone thought was Evil, but showed her goodness in the end.

Tedros instantly began sobbing and bent to Agatha's side, beside a weeping Sophie.

"Oh Agatha...." He said.

"Why....Why...Why?!" He yelled at the sky.

Agatha smiled softly at him. She would've laughed if she had the strength.

"I can't believe for the second time, you let this happen," She took a breath "Classic. My old self would have laughed at your idiocy, and bravery.

But...You're not an idiot to me, anymore, Tedros. You're always being noble and chivalrous and fighting for a Good cause, sometimes without any plan beforehand... and for that reason I'm not mad at you Tedros. So don't be mad at yourself. Remember my words! I hope that you won't mourn forever and get on with life, and find someone else. Honestly in short, I'm feeling all the sappy, cliché things people feel as their dying in Pantomimes. I bet this is killing you, Hester."

Hester shook her head, tears brimming in her hardened eyes.

Agatha raspy laugh echoed.

"Sophie...I love you as a sister and I know you know it. Try not to do anything stupid or fall in love with handsome, psychotic princes will you?

 "Hester, Anadil and Dot thank you for being Good. And accepting me from the beginning, mainly.

"Beatrix and Reena...I forgive you completely... and I hope you forgive me for that fart I did the first time we met."

"Chaddick, Nicholas, I forgive you and well be safe I suppose."

She took a gasp of air.

"Wow, you really do get to that  point where you run out of air. Ha, I always wanted to know if that was true, and instead I-I experienced it. 

"And oh Tedros, stop blaming yourself, you know I...I..L-"

Then she coughed, trying to breathe and silently choked for a while, despite Tedros clapping her back, before her mouth went still.

Nobody but Sophie knew what she had done before she was stabbed.

Sophie buried her head into the blood-stained grass, tears pouring out of her eyes mimicking water bursting from a hose. The soprano wails began again, thrice intensified.

Sophie remembered the clump heel digging into her ankle and feeling her body crash towards the cool, forest floor. She remembered her annoyance at that, before shock, regret and relief flooded her body all at once, as her Best Friend fell to the ground, bleeding.

While comforting her friend she realised her friend had tripped her over so that she could be safe, alive and..... happy.

The Noble, kind, loyal....Ninny.

That's why Sophie would never be truly Good, in all eternity despite thoughtful and kind things she did. Because Sophie would've only stepped in front of Agatha or Tedros, while Agatha would've tried to step in front of anyone in that group.

***

Tedros knelt in front of his Princess and softly closed her eyes.

Then he stood back from her still form, his hands by his sides gazing at her and trying not to sob.

A day had passed since the.... tragic event, and it was her funeral.

Her coffin was gold, with a glass lid, and all around her like a picture frame were roses, sweet pea and chrysanthemums with tidbits of Hansel's Haven, Agatha enjoyed most.

He knew she would've liked it like that, and laughed.

He watched as speeches from teachers, Hester, Anadil, Sophie, Dot and even Kiko and a few Princesses claimed her goodness and radiant beauty and apologised sincerely. The service ended soon after.

It had started to rain and only Tedros seemed to be there. The others had behind him had silently left, casting him piteous glances.

Even the Villains seemed sympathetic, trying not to ruin the special moment by turning away silently, without gagging or crude vomit-noises.

Slowly Tedros moved forward when he felt he was alone, and did the thing he had been willing to do since the day of Agatha's "makeover" with the nymphs. He kissed his princesses cold lips.

He wished he could feel the warmth of her lips or feel her smiling, embarrassed. Any of those options that would prove her alive, would do. Even if she slapped him.

He broke apart from her and then turned away ready to cry, and not be comforted.

"L-love you." Echoed from behind him.